The joy of the season
Just over a week ago we stood on warm sand and let the sea lick our toes as the sun bathed us warmly.
In the East of England.
In October.
Just over a week later and that Indian Summer seems a lifetime away. Autumn is most certainly knocking at the door. Indeed, it is positively shouting down the chimney.
And yet I love it.
Just as much as I loved standing on that sun-kissed shoreline.
As I ran through the woods this morning Autumn roared its presence through the trees. The leaves blew and the light was glorious, golden and soft. The woods smelled damp and warm, my feet crunched upon crisp, coloured leaves and the dogs stopped to pull chestnut shells from their paws.
As I ran I declared my love for Autumn, claimed it as my favourite season of all and then, as I thought about that statement, I realised that I think the very same thing every single season. I love Winter, those days when the low, pale sun glistens across a frozen landscape, the pleasure of an evening around a warm fire indoors. Then comes Spring, with its acid bright greens, abundance of blossom, the sun so bright and new. But Summer, how could I not love Summer - its slow, hazy days, the colours bleached and faded in the warm sun.
So there it is, I could not give up even one of these seasons or ours. I embrace each one and a few months later tire of its presence and prepare to welcome the next but right now, oh yes, right now it's all about Autumn. My favourite season right now, I want to breathe it in, soak it up, I shall not miss a moment.
The aprons clearly have no bearing on the post whatsoever but have just been added to the Handmade at Poshyarns shop, perfect for Autumnal kitchen pottering.
Just over a week ago we stood on warm sand and let the sea lick our toes as the sun bathed us warmly.
In the East of England.
In October.
Just over a week later and that Indian Summer seems a lifetime away. Autumn is most certainly knocking at the door. Indeed, it is positively shouting down the chimney.
And yet I love it.
Just as much as I loved standing on that sun-kissed shoreline.
As I ran through the woods this morning Autumn roared its presence through the trees. The leaves blew and the light was glorious, golden and soft. The woods smelled damp and warm, my feet crunched upon crisp, coloured leaves and the dogs stopped to pull chestnut shells from their paws.
As I ran I declared my love for Autumn, claimed it as my favourite season of all and then, as I thought about that statement, I realised that I think the very same thing every single season. I love Winter, those days when the low, pale sun glistens across a frozen landscape, the pleasure of an evening around a warm fire indoors. Then comes Spring, with its acid bright greens, abundance of blossom, the sun so bright and new. But Summer, how could I not love Summer - its slow, hazy days, the colours bleached and faded in the warm sun.
So there it is, I could not give up even one of these seasons or ours. I embrace each one and a few months later tire of its presence and prepare to welcome the next but right now, oh yes, right now it's all about Autumn. My favourite season right now, I want to breathe it in, soak it up, I shall not miss a moment.
The aprons clearly have no bearing on the post whatsoever but have just been added to the Handmade at Poshyarns shop, perfect for Autumnal kitchen pottering.
Comments
I adore Autumn and like Spring a lot but the other two don't appeal one bit.
I never can seem quite how to put my finger on it, but you've summed it all up for me in one - yes indeed.
Nina x
and autumn kitchen pottering. I could do that xxx
But of all the seasons I do especially love autumn, just that little bit more than the others (don't tell them I said so!)
Ali
x
Thank you for urging us to enjoy each season to the full.
ps Those aprons are delightful.
Pomona x
Helen x